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Hiya! Me again, Sushi R., with another excessively long intro for
what's basically a one-hander for all the real sickos out there (like
me!).
I figured on carrying on the story from the first one, it means I can
skip all the (meagre) plotty bits, and get straight into the meat...
(sorry, naughty thoughts...). So, in this one, Alice is still playing
with Ross. Nice complex plot, huh? Oh, and I'm still writing drunk,
that's why the spelling's so bad. Sorry!
After what y'all said about the first one, this one's more of a setup
for future instalments, so it's not quite as 'in your face' as the last
one (no pun intended)... relax, haven't you ever heard of delayed
fulfilment?
Read the disclaimer for the first one, I can't even be bothered to
ctrlC/V it over...
Love,
Sushi R.
xxx
[email protected]
...And Justice for all ...Part 2
He wanted to die. How many seventeen-year-olds have to cope with the
fact that their parents are in the next room, talking to the school
shrink about why their daughter stood up in front of the class and
deliberately messed herself? Not to mention the fact that until that
morning, he had been their son and no-one seemed to notice the change.
But the worst thing, the single worst thing, was knowing that he had
come. With his own shit squeezing through his knickers into the vagina
he shouldn't have, tears streaming down his girl's face, he had come.
***
The psychiatrist had been most helpful. He had explained to Rebecca's
(nee Ross') parents that, while it seemed extreme, this behaviour was
just attention-seeking, and to acknowledge it would just encourage it.
He suggested that they shouldn't mention it, but carry on the same as
if nothing had happened. When the parents asked what to do if it
happened again, the psychiatrist was thoughtful for a minute, before
suggesting a course of action if such an unlikely event were to occur.
***
Ross lay in bed, wondering just what was happening to him. First, he
either became a girl overnight, or, as was starting to seem more
likely, he had convinced himself that he used to be a boy called
Ross... That seemed to pale into insignificance, though, when he
thought about what he had done in class today. And the worst thing was
that, as he thought about it, he realised his hand was inside his
knickers, touching his new anatomy in way that definitely shouldn't be
linked to the memory of messing yourself in front of everyone who used
to worship you.
***
The school psychiatrist grinned a very unprofessional grin, walking
over to his laptop and hitting a few keys. As he left the office, the
grin was the only thing that had stayed the same.
***
Ross woke up. And it wasn't a dream. He was still a small girl, and
things had only gotten worse in his sleep. Well, to be more specific,
damper, rather than worse. But, waking up, with his mother looking down
at his girl's body, and the rather soggy bed that smelt of urine, his
wet pyjamas clinging to his hollow crotch, they definitely felt worse
than before.
When he thought, just 24 hours before, that things couldn't get better,
he didn't realise how right he was.
***
God, Alice thought, it had been hard (and she did laugh at the
unintended pun) being male last night and telling Ross' parents what
they should do... She was glad that they hadn't made the psychiatrist
stand up, or they might have realised just how keen he was to 'help'.
She made a mental note to try having sex as a male at some point, and
knew just who she wanted to fuck. But right now, she just had to wait,
knowing that the sight about to walk into the classroom would be enough
to bring her to a climax without any need for fucking, or even the
slightest touch.
***
Ross was pretty sure something was very wrong now. His parent's had
explained that they were just doing what the psychiatrist had
suggested, that they were sorry, but it was all for the best. He had to
wonder, though, what help the psychiatrist thought this would be... The
only thought that came to mind was that it was an attempt to humiliate
him out of doing it again, because he was pretty sure he couldn't be
more embarrassed. But again, he realised he had feelings that he was
sure weren't his own, feelings he didn't recognise, that the
humiliation of what was happening to him was making him undeniably
horny.
He was sure that things couldn't get any worse, but, knowing he had to
go into school like this, he had a feeling he might be wrong.
***
She saw him through the small window in the door before he came in, and
knew from the blush alone that her suggestions had worked. The class
turned as one to see who had come in, and went into hysterics at the
sight of the girl who had messed herself in class (and, by now, the
whole school knew). Today, she was wearing a black cropped top, a short
pleated skirt, knee-high black stockings, and a pair of clunky heels.
But that wasn't what made the class laugh harder. What made them laugh
was the definite bulge in the skirt, and after yesterday, quite a few
could imagine what was causing it... As Ross tried to run to the back
of the class, a few more noticed that he was walking oddly, and then
someone decided to prove the point, tripping the small girl, who landed
at Alice's feet, skirt flipped up to reveal the a huge disposable
diaper, it's white bulk made more obvious by the black skirt around her
waist. One of Alice's hands worked feverishly inside her underwear,
bringing her to another orgasm, just as Beccy hit her own peak of
humiliation and came with a small squeal.
***
His arousal had been growing even before he opened the door, but, as
the class looked at him, he knew he was doomed to humiliation, and he
felt himself getting even wetter. The sane part of his mind had hoped
beyond hope that he could hide the diaper, but as he tripped and fell,
felt the class seeing his shame, a growing part of him was glad...
Shit, that was another thought that couldn't be his... He sprawled to
the feet of the Goth girl, and only had a brief time to register her
grin, her hand down her pants, before he came, a girlish squeak
escaping his mouth from the sheer force of the orgasm.
***
Alice watched, as Beccy blinked and flushed in a way that didn't have
anything to do with embarrassment any more. She took Alice's hand, and
let herself be half-lifted, half-dragged into the seat next to the
Goth. Alice leaned over, and whispered none-too-quietly in her ear,
"Don't sit like that, you stupid bitch, pull your skirt up to your
waist, show the class your diapers." lowering her voice, she continued
as the blonde blushed and did as she was told "By the way, Ross, it was
me who did this. And just think, the rest of your life will be like the
last two days..."
***
Ross couldn't think, he was utterly stunned, he had been right when he
guessed that she had done this to him, and, while he was horrified at
the thought of life continuing like it had been for the last couple of
days, it was some small measure of relief to know that he wasn't mad,
that even though this was impossible, it was a lot easier to deal with
than the thought of losing his mind, and something of it must have
shown on his face, she laughed as she explained.
***
"I did this to you. I made you what you are now. I'm the reason you're
a girl, the reason you shat yourself, the reason you're wearing that
nappy." With a mocking smile, she leaned over and kissed him briefly on
the cheek.
***
He sat there in shock, not sure whether to come or scream at her
revelation... if she had the power to do this, there was no way he
could stop her from making his life one torment after another. The fact
that he had done what she had told him to do without thinking didn't
even occur. What did occur was that he had never felt so good as when
he had messed himself in front of the class, or when they saw his
diaper as he lay sprawled at their feet. And he realised that, no
matter how much he hated this freak witch for doing this to him, he
wanted, needed, her to carry on, to ruin him for her own entertainment,
to make him come as tears flooded down his face. Was that his thought?
He was pretty sure it wasn't, but he felt so good as he watched the
class staring at his exposed diaper that he wasn't sure he cared
anymore. Yet another part of him died as he spread his legs to give the
class a better view.
***
She had thought it couldn't get any better, any more exciting, but she
realised that him knowing who was doing this, knowing that he had no
power to stop it, made it a million times better for her. "Oh, and I
know you've been getting off on what's happened to you. I know because
I made you feel that way. But it feels real, doesn't it? Don't you just
want me to break you in front of everyone, to ruin you just so you can
come again?"
***
She was mad. She was quite obviously out of her fucking tree. He knew
that, but it didn't help anything. And as she sat next to him, telling
him how he was going to beg her to treat him like shit, she still had
the sweetest smile on her face, like she wasn't screwing his life over
in ways that weren't even possible. But what she had said explained a
lot, they weren't his thoughts, getting off on what had happened. But
then he realised that, yes, they were his thoughts; they'd just been
forced onto him. His logic was horribly confirmed as she started to
tell him exactly what she was going to do to him, and he started
getting hotter again.
***
"...And you know that even thinking about it makes you hot. I can see
it. Hell, I made you feel like that. It's still you in there, same old
bastard, but now you're desperate for me to carry on doing nasty things
to you, aren't you? Tell you what... I need a fag, if you come to the
toilets before I get back, you're mine, my toy to play with any way I
want, forever. If you stay here, I'll change you back; change
everything back to how it was. I won't even use my power on you. That
sounds a pretty good deal to me, huh? Oh, and if you choose to come to
the toilet, you'll put your hand up and ask permission to go and change
your nappy." With that, she simply got up and walked out.
***
If possible, Ross was even more stunned than before. One minute, she
was ranting and raving at him, the next she just lets him go. And he
didn't even have to do anything, just sit here and think about the
dubious pleasures he was missing out on. Which he did. And he squeezed
his legs together, grinding the bulk of his nappy into his unwanted
sex. And the mad part of him that wanted this raised his hand.
***
She came again, one hand only just keeping a grip on her cigarette, the
other down her jeans. It was fun, but she was done now, this was
bringing out things in her that she didn't like, things that scared
her. Maybe keep him worried for an hour, but then she'd put everything
back, and he'd leave her alone, and life would be good again. Of
course, she'd keep the program, something like that couldn't be
discarded, but she knew she couldn't keep playing like this, either.
Just one more nasty thing, then she really would hold to her deal. She
started on herself one last time, imagining the final degradation, when
the door creaked open; she quickly sorted herself out, quickly dropping
the fag into the loo, before peeping over the cubicle door... And
nearly choked with shock at the sight of the girl she had made from the
young man, tears streaming down her face, hand furiously ramming the
thick padding into her sex, as their eyes met.
***
"I'm yours. Hurt me."
And she screamed through her tears at the force of the orgasm those
four words coaxed from her small frame.
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